Have we lingered in their attic floors?

 

On hearts of angels have we trod?

Heavier sorrows than the weight of sod

Have we lingered in their attic floors?

To glimpse, hear, behind their doors.

 

The sound of vesper-bells upon their toes

Have we glued our hearts decomposed?

Sifted through shadows only He knows

Yet still find ourselves, juxtapose.

 

Any learning a uniform wind setbacks…

Such a bounty is in store pre-tax

If we can exert a torques force of love

Might we discover the wings of a dove?

Reviews

[Brett Best]

Wow really well written a little odd but cool

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks Brett

[Pryde Foltz]

That's a mighty write, Mark. Great rhythm and back and forth between the spiritual and the earthly.

[Mark Heathcote]

I always feel some lingering doubt with a poem like this one. So, I’m pleased it was well received by you.

[Sami Khalil]

Very intersting one indeed...Bravo

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks the read Sami and the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[TheJordBaker]

I always appreciate a good read with angels.

[Mark Heathcote]

I'm pleased you enjoyed it thanks for the comment.

[OTownPete]

I don't know. I have yet to feel the presence of any angels, should I feel forlorn or show I be patient?

[Mark Heathcote]

Thanks for dropping by Pete and don't feel forlorn it's just a poem, I like Blake and so does my muse. :)